What He Wants To Throw Away

Cheon Tae-san had unfolded a qi screen inside the room before he ever worked the Empty-Air Grasp, so that the watcher could make out nothing of what went on within. Even if they did catch something, it would be the barest fraction, and that did not worry him much. His qi screen was internal force and spirit energy fused into one, and not even the masters of the Dark Heaven Sect had pierced it in his time there.

The martial artist who, on the sect leader’s order, had been set to watch the scholar lodged in the Guest Pavilion was...